Okay so I kind of have a lot to talk about... (ish)
So I will start this blog backwards :D I went to find 阿腸 in her math class. And Mr. Jennings has all these posters all over his room, and one of them especially caught my attention.It was this blurry kind of image, but a pretty one and quite mysterious. The text at the bottom said "I believe because. I love although." Though I've seen and heard this phrase many many many times throughout my life, it's the first time it's caught my attention. Maybe because of the art, or I don't know. It kind of just made me stop to ponder and finish those two incomplete sentences in my head. The answer to the "I believe because" part is pretty easy to answer for me, but "I love although"? Who 'loves although'?
Yea and today was the first time 我看到他跟她走，哈哈 = ="... I am kind of 無感情 right now... but at the same time, it's also because of 他的南瓜頭 .____. Dude I give up way too easily now. 以前停止喜歡上他們的原因是發現他們有了女朋友。這次呢，只要看到他跟女生走就有點放棄了 = =" ㄏㄏㄏ I'm so lame :] But it's seriously because she's the only girl I know he talks to - - I think the main problem here is that I need to stop judging people by their looks x_____x.
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You know what I realized? That's really good news? ^^; If 他醜的時候我就對他沒有感情了， then I didn't really like anyone..... since freshman year OHHHHH!!! x] Omygosh I'm so happy hehehehehehe :D ok back to homework now D:..... but there still is some strange interest in him for some reason - -".... but it's not a matter of 喜歡不喜歡
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My funny funny 日本語 teacher x] She was telling the class about the code red drill and the basic stuff to do and how to prepare and stuff, and these noisy freshmen in the back were laughing and talking really loud. She calls their names, and then tells them "You guys are dead!" Heh, it doesn't seem so funny now, but I laughed until I cried x_____x. What a funny teacher to end the day with, hehe. Actually, throughout high school, I've always had good teachers to end the day with :] Otto, Combs, now Howard. Haha - Thank you, God ^^;
MY MATH TEACHER DOESN'T FRIGGIN TEACH! UGH!!!...
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I forgot to touch on something - teachers. Yesterday, I think one of my teachers heard my friends and I talking behind her back... I'm not sure yet, though.. (I hope not omygosh - -)... Mainly what I'm trying to say is, it's really foolish of teachers to give grades based on prejudices of their students. Being a teacher, you have to treat every student fairly for an equal chance of education and opportunity... isn't that what 'America' is all about? If not, why are you here? And if you can not accept the harsh feedbacks from your students, then what gave you the qualifications of becoming a teacher in the first place? Not everyone in the world is going to like you. And just because you're a teacher, doesn't mean that the students will not disrespect you in their hearts. Our signs of respect are fake, just like your ways of a teacher.
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Now about yesterday... Yea I was having a pretty bad day yesterday, haha T^T. Cranky from morning to night. I finally noticed how mean and rude I was talking to my sister - -".. but to change this attitude is going to take a LOT of time and effort... and I when I was blamed I tried to bring someone down with me, and the thing I noticed was that I didn't even think before I spoke! Ugh 我到底怎麼了 haha :[
Don'tPanic's articles are getting more and more disturbing, so I've decided to stop reading their articles... and I found out a lot of flickr users eventually give up their 365 project; that it's really hard to perservere and stuff. Gosh I hope I don't give up :[ 加油加油！
加油 in school, too! I have a borderline C/B in APUSH my gosh :[ and a B/A in Bio GR. I need two more points, onegaishimasu.
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